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She stood at the corner, watching the peaceful street, clutching a tiny purse in her palm. Without saying a word, he stepped forward, offering his arm. She agreed with a little smile, and they walked together as if the night was theirs.
The road ahead was lined with echoes of the past, businesses shutting, lights fading, and a distant hum of music coming from an unknown location. He didn't lead or follow; rather, they shared the rhythm, two people united by a mutual decision to walk side by side.
Mayne the destination was less not far as the journey. There was a secret sense of concern in that connection, that silent is something that counts. Seeing the woman off was not a must, but a peaceful privilege.